Rapp
Butterflies are very strong 
They only cry when they're called upon 
I wish I knew 
The butterfly in you 
The moth will play with the dirty flame 
And end up burning inside 
But the butterfly she is the flame 
When there's so much pretty 
There's so much pain 
I think I see 
Where all the butterflies must be 
Upon a rock 
A beautiful thing 
Until the rocks come together 
On her dusty wings 
I think I know 
Where all the butterflies must go 
Butterflies are very strong 
They only cry when they're called upon 
I think I see 
The butterfly in thee 
Won't you spread your wings 
On me